The Great Men On Mastering Women

A reader passes along a gem of realtalk about women’s desire for dominant men and loathing of sensitive beta manginas.

In case this should be both novel and interesting to you and your readers…

The writer George Gissing is best known for “New Grub Street”, a grim tale of struggling writers in 1880s London. It contains a scene in which the failing author Edwin Reardon attempts to be masterful with his wife. He is shortly to take a clerkship job, several notches downwards in the social scale, in an attempt to rescue his fortunes; he wants his wife with him but she is resistant.

From the novel:

He had but to do one thing: to seize her by the arm, drag her up from the chair, dash her back again with all his force—there, the transformation would be complete, they would stand towards each other on the natural footing. With an added curse perhaps—Instead of that, he choked, struggled for breath, and shed tears.

Amy turned scornfully away from him. Blows and a curse would have overawed her, at all events for the moment; she would have felt: ‘Yes, he is a man, and I have put my destiny into his hands.’ His tears moved her to a feeling cruelly exultant; they were the sign of her superiority. It was she who should have wept, and never in her life had she been further from such display of weakness.

The ugliest of truths lies in the recesses of the female hindbrain. This is why white knights desperately fear to tread there; what they’d find in the uncut chick-id would put the lie to everything they believe AND to everything women have told them to believe. The confrontation with female nature reminds the beta male boob of his neutered sexuality, so he avoids it assiduously.

I hadn’t thought about asking her. I was thinking of using the occasion for more of a self-analyzation. It’s kinda part & parcel of Biological Calvinism – her hindbrain/hamster developped over billions of years to sniff out the slightest weakness in you – so when her hindbrain/hamster is cool to you, try your hardest to figure out which particular weakness it’s sensing.

And then work furiously to improve that weakness [until it’s no longer so much of a weakness anymore].

But the point of this is to TRUST HER HINDBRAIN/HAMSTER. Her hindbrain/hamster knows what it’s looking for, and if you don’t have it [whatever it is], then don’t try to make excuses to yourself, or be dishonest with yourself, or try to sweep it all under your egotistical rug.

my first take what that you’re saying if she’s being cool with you, you need to figure out why and change it. but her being cool with you, nice to you, compliant, fun, etc. is good, correct? cool or cold TO you is the opposite of that, amirite?

Have you ever been in a situation where you ought to hit it off with a chick, but you just don’t?

For me, it’s often when I’m with the hyper-materialistic chicks – the ones who have to be in the biggest house, in the best development, with a bunch of BMWs & Mercedeses in the multi-port garage, and a walk-in closet filled with dozens of $500 pumps & $5000 knee-high boots – those chicks’ hindbrains/hamsters can sense immediately that I have zero interest in that lifestyle whatsoever, and so I know [from experience] not to even waste any time in pursuit of them. [Those b!tches want to see that you have a friggin cash register for a soul.]

Another way I’ll fail with chicks is in being too subtle or elegant or polite, when what she wants is for me to go full-on troglodyte and smack her upside the head with the brutally vulgar repartee.

Or I’ll be in too much of a hurry, and push things too fast; or I’ll be too patient, and move too slowly, and she’ll get tired of waiting for me to make my move.

Etc etc etc – it hurts to go out on a date [or even just to try to make a number close] and lose out with the chick – but afterwards, you have got to be brutally honest with yourself about what her hindbrain/hamster wanted to see in you [but couldn’t see it].

Another thing I’ve learned recently with these 21st Century s1uts is to never be honest with them about how exhausted you are, how you haven’t slept in days, how you have a million things on your mind, how titanically hard you’ve been working, and will be working for the foreseeable future, blah blah blah – these 21st Century s1uts don’t do empathy like 20th Century chicks once did – with 21st Century s1uts, it’s gotta be All-Chardonnay/SSRI/Benzodiazepine/Warm-n-Fuzzies All-da-Time.

So with a 21st Century s1ut, don’t be honest and tell her how exhausted you are – lie to her filthy s1ut a$$ and neg her about how exhausted she looks and how she needs to use some more foundation to cover up the dark circles under her eyes.

The era of being able to confide [with honesty] in a chick now seems to be fading into our distant past.

BTW, I’m not saying that once you figure out what her hindbrain/hamster wanted to see in you, then you necessarily have to alter yourself to satisfy her hindbrain/hamster.

For instance, if her hindbrain/hamster wants to sniff “Cash Register for a Soul” on you, then you don’t have to go crucify Je$us & become a friggin jew & drink virgin shegetz bl00d in order to satisfy her hindbrain/hamster.

But at the same time, don’t tell yourself any pretty-little-lies to assuage the pain of losing out on the score: You failed to score with her precisely because you do NOT have a “Cash Register for a Soul”.

And her hindbrain/hamster could tell that you do not have a “Cash Register for a Soul” because her hindbrain/hamster is almost always going to make the correct assessment of you.

“I feel like if you are brutally honest with yourself, you can usually figure out what went wrong… But you have got to strip yourself of all vanity & arrogance, be brutally ZFG as regards your ego…”

I’ve heard that psychedelics like mushrooms and acid can be useful for this purpose. Apparently it can effectively tear down your self image and leave only an objective view of one’s self, all your weaknesses and insecurities laid bare.

A daunting prospect for most people no doubt but potentially very useful for self reflection and self improvement.

Krauser had sone good stuff about stripping your ego down.
Krauser has actually gone through an interesting journey.
He gave an interview on London Real a few years ago which is a good watch.
His book Balls Deep is a good read.

if you’re not 100% loving life, lie that you are. anything else is a buzzkill. unfortunately, the female hindbrain is adept at seeing through facades. so you’d have to lie to yourself first, and that’s a slippery slope.

Another thing I’ve learned recently with these 21st Century s1uts is to never be honest with them about how exhausted you are, how you haven’t slept in days, how you have a million things on your mind, how titanically hard you’ve been working, and will be working for the foreseeable future,

This has never worked. No one likes a whiny bitch. Its one thing for them to see this; entirely the opposite for you to tell them.

if you’re not 100% loving life, lie that you are.

Zero fucks given, so many to be had. How could this life be any better?

I’ve heard that psychedelics like mushrooms and acid can be useful for this purpose. Apparently it can effectively tear down your self image and leave only an objective view of one’s self, all your weaknesses and insecurities laid bare.

Maybe during a (bad) trip, but no lasting effects as such. Although your mileage may vary. Sounds like rationalization from someone who was too much of a pussy to just admit that it’s fun and kinda makes you think about interesting shit.

“…never be honest with them about how exhausted you are, how you haven’t slept in days, how you have a million things on your mind…”

what this says to a girl’s hindbrain is that you’re not turned on by her. if you were, none of that other stuff would matter. chicks are very instinctive about this. also, if you’re an older guy, it potentially sends the message that you won’t be able to keep up.

chicks have an near infinite capacity for attention. so while a guy gets his fill quickly and actually needs rest and/or to get things done, she’s just getting started and is looking forward to another 36 hours of sex, talking, hanging out etc. so if you send the message that you’re peetering out already, she starts thinking of how to get her next oxytocin fix. in an ideal world, she’d get it from her kids.

the trick is to talk to girls who, a) turn you on, and b) talk to them in a way that turns you on. if you’re approaching them from the frame of “I about to devour this hottie!”, chances are how tired you are or the fact that you need to get your oil changed will be the furthest things from your mind. if you’re distracted with other stuff, she’s probably not worth putting much effort into.

“what this says to a girl’s hindbrain is that you’re not turned on by her”

What this says to a girl’s hindbrain is that you’re not a psychopath.

Dudes who care must periodically deal with crises at work, crises in the family, crises at church, etc etc etc. And cleaning up a crisis can require a staggering amount of extra calories which your normal circadian rhythms simply cannot provide you [there being only 24 hours in a day].

But psychopaths don’t give a d@mn. They have no empathy. They never miss an hour’s sleep, because they can’t be bothered.

Also, White ch!ldren are no longer doing manual labor – especially not in adolescence – they’re no longer mowing the yard, or babysitting the younger kids in the family, or lifeguarding at the pool, or pulling milkshakes at the burger stand – most of these 20-something SWPL millenial tardettes have never had a callous on their palms or cracked a fingernail at manual labor.

So none of them have ever experienced physical exhaustion.

Then they go off to skrewl, and get bogus undergrad degrees in ***-studies, and bogus summer diversititty internships training for ZOG [“Huma, could you get me a diet coke from the fridge?”], followed by post-graduation bogus make-work jobs in the NGO-non-profit shekel-mongering scam industry, etc etc etc.

Non of these whores have any idea what it’s like to go three or four days without sleep in order to meet a deadline.

They’ve never had to worry about anything in their entire lives.

And since they’re likely on SSRIs [and maybe even Benzodiazepines] to begin with, they wouldn’t worry even if they did have something in their lives worth worrying about.

tldr; == Foolishly expecting empathy [or even just patience] from 21st Century S1uts is a waste of time; that ship sailed back around the turn of the millenium.

listen in on any two women talking. it’s all about men, all the time. and feelz. until they have kids. then it’s all about the kids, and feelz. all the time.

until they have a health problem, then it’s all about that. until they’re healthy again. then it’s back to men, and kids, and feelz. even lesbians talk about men constantly. it never changes.

guys get together and we talk about work, hobbies, business. at the end, just as we’re about to part ways, we’re like, “oh, yeah. I got a girlfriend now and we about to have our first kid. take it easy, bro.”

seriously, though, they’re just not wired to understand mens’ concerns. men who act like children, maybe. but real men, not so much. that’s a good thing.

and they really don’t care whether or not you’re a psychopath. THAT they can live with. what they can’t live with is a) you not desiring them, and b) you not being able to lead/put them in their place.

“”Do not blame Caesar, blame the people of Rome who have so enthusiastically acclaimed and adored him and rejoiced in their loss of freedom and danced in his path and gave him triumphal processions. Blame the people who hail him when he speaks in the Forum of the ‘new, wonderful good society’ which shall now be Rome, interpreted to mean ‘more money, more ease, more security, more living fatly at the expense of the industrious.'” Cicero

Caesar was incredibly popular with the masses and was murdered by scheming gamma elitists. Cicero was a big mouthed coward.

Anyone that’s lived in America the past 40 or 50 years knows what a f*cking scam a democratic republic has turned out to be for us.

And in case you haven’t noticed with today’s spending bill news, Paul Ryan is again rolling over and taking it up the ass again from his globalist masters to piss on us proles once again. Muh Democracy!!!!

The 21st century problem is that she has the power of violence by police state proxy at her fingertips at all times via her cellphone to salvage her slighted ego. I verbally put my ex in her place one night with the truth. The next day I was in jail with lies.

This is the reason MGTOW is exploding in numbers. When this violence by proxy epidemic first started men were willing to give their special snowflake the benefit of the doubt that she would never do anything that evil.

But now all men know that every woman is armed with the magic 911 call at all times and has no qualms about using it for attention, pity, and salvage of her ego. And they never telegraph their intent. It hits the man like a bolt out of the blue. He only finds out how evil she truly is when it is too late and the knife is plunged and twisted deep in his back.

No sane man would voluntarily take such a risk. It is infinitely better to simply walk away from such an easily avoidable threat. Only the insane have a relationship with a female.

This is the coup de gras of marriage and subsequently the family unit. And it is only going to get worse. The only hope is reversal of this sadistic draconian nightmare of social policy, which will not happen. Hence, the only rational choice is self-preservation. MGTOW is the only answer. Cheers, I think.

I liked the part in New Grub Street where Edwin’s uncle who works at a prestigious woman’s finishing academy (affectionately known to the students as “Coach Reardon”) has to spank all the cheerleaders.

Heartiste strides into a room, throwing off his windbreaker to announce his pissed-off presence.

Girl, startled: “But I thought you were gone for the day…”

Heartiste, redoubling anger: “You’ve been looking through my apartment. My pictures of other girls. I oughta…”

Girl, testing the waters: “What? Hit me? A woman?”

Heartiste drags her off the chair, drags her to the bathroom where she, squalling, bumps into the porcelain tub. Turning on a blast of cold water, H-Bomb pushes her head into it and, singing to himself David Foster’s sex-conquering song, completes the act of throwing the tart WHOLLY into the unpleasant sprays of new life.

Heartiste laughing from beyond: “It’s just one time. The next time we’ll do it with some make-up sex.”

>> His tears moved her to a feeling cruelly exultant; they were the sign of her superiority.

I have been meditating on the idea that “women want men who are better than them.”

So while her ego might enjoy this brief moment of being better than her man, she is of course done with him. This is the story of western man/woman right now.

She may continue to cohabitate with this guy, for a time, or milk him for what he might have to offer, but any good times he had with her are over. She cannot feel tingles for this man.

It is an interesting point that the Western Woman would shriek if you suggested “women want men that are better than them,” and yet, now, as much as ever, even the “modern Western girl,” will put up with nothing less…

Personally, I don’t care what she wants. It’s about what I want. And that I will not get what I want unless it is clear I am better than her.

^ This is the real lesson.

And the only way to let her know you are better than her, is to show it. Over and over. Never let her forget it.

#gameneverends

That is how we get what we want. Rewards when we prove this to her. Punishment when we do not.

Any man who feels sorry for his girlfriend or wife deserves the travails of divorce and separation; he has been derelict in his primary directive. If placed in Robocop terms, it is: OMNICORP DIRECTIVE ONE, BURN ALL BRIDGES TO FEMALE IF PESTERED. If placed in Star Trek terms, it is: STARFLEET FIRST ORDER: LEAVE THE PLANET IF SHOTS ARE BEING FIRED AT US IN SPACE. LET IT DRIFT IN SPACE **ALONE**

“”We are taxed in our bread and our wine, in our incomes and our investments, on our land and on our property, not only for base creatures who do not deserve the name of man, but for foreign nations, for complacent nations who will bow to us and accept our largesse and promise us to assist in the keeping of the peace – these mendicant nations who will destroy us when we show a moment of weakness or our treasury is bare. We are taxed to maintain legions on their soil, in the name of law and order and the Pax Romana, a document which will fall into dust when it pleases our allies and our vassals. We keep them in precarious balance only with our gold. Is the heart-blood of our nation worth these? Shall one Italian be sacrificed for Britain, for Gaul, for Egypt, for India, even for Greece, and a score of other nations? Were they bound to us with ties of love, they would not ask our gold. They would ask only our laws. They take our very flesh, and they hate and despise us. And who shall say we are worthy of more?””

“”Though liberty is established by law, we must be vigilant, for liberty to enslave us is always present under that very liberty. Our Constitution speaks of the ‘general welfare of the people.’ Under that phrase all sorts of excesses can be employed by lusting tyrants to make us bondsmen.””

1. He wanted to influence her with dread but that couldn’t work because in her eyes his status was too low.

From the “right” man, violence is a display of strength and status as well as a sexy threat. From the “wrong” man, it is low status, a sign of desperation and weakness.

2. He has the mistaken idea that a woman will “stand by her man” even when there’s nothing in it for her short term. And by short term, I mean today, now, this minute.

Women really don’t care about men or their stupid plans and ambitions, even if it will benefit them. Hard to get your head around it, but that is how it is.

He should have just dropped her. He had a mission. Having a woman, or worse, expecting her to support or share it, will always make the mission ten times harder and certainly suck all the fun out of it.

Well, guys, you could all become Marlon Brando – including the waist- hair – and jawlines…. – travel back in time to the 1950s and smack that coiffed-to-the-nines HB10 in the starched skirt (who isn’t just swimsuit-model gorgeous but, boyoboyoboy whadda lucky break for YOU, also an excellent cook, fantastic homemaker and the devoted, enthusiastic mother of your 7 ch1ldren, while retaining the waistline of a wasp and the chest of a cheerleader) around for a while, just you watch, she’ll collapse all female-weakly at your strong feet and look up at you, adoringly, as you sit there in your slippers, robe, smoking jacket and long-handled pipe, hair (if any) parted harshly on the left as you survey your domain, O Masta.

Or, you could just convert to Islam, skip all the hoo-hah and just stone her if she opens her mouth for any reason.

Nobody ever really thinks about what will happen if Europe ends up Isl@mic. The remaining whyte people will then have a vi0lent, w@rlike relig10n, one that encourages its devotees to br33d like rodents.

That Austrian fellow urging w0myn to wear headscarves hasn’t thought through the eventual consequences of a bunch of Germans shouting “All@h mit uns!”, has he? Whyte brains and c0mpetence united to a f@st-br33ding, vi0lent f@ith. Huh.

Except it won’t be Germans (or Swedes or Norwegians or Danes or Dutch…) doing the br33d1ng.
Bio-European k1ds are already a minority at many schools.
There are 600 ‘slammy k1ndergartens in the city of Vienna alone (!!!).

Actually, In Islam, the old matron (who controls everything in family life) whispers into the ear of the young m@rried man, ordering him to kill that young hussy (his w1fe) if she opens her mouth for any reason. He kills her because mama told him to.

No one is more pussy-whipped than an Arab. That’s the number one reason why they’ll never be civilized.

“Or, you could just convert to Islam, skip all the hoo-hah and just stone her if she opens her mouth for any reason.”

Extremist muslims -ISIS and al-Qaeda – are patriarchal and the men call the shots. But regular muslims (99% of people from Morocco to Kabul) are a matriarchal. And, literally, there is old bitch (usually the grandmother) in every Middle-Eastern/Pakistani household. This wrinkled bitch controls all the men. She owns the men with their concept of “honor”. The young women (daughters, wives) fear her.

that’s why ISIS and the like have been able to take over so many muslim countries and are now invading the western world. ISIS is patriarchal and all the others are matriarchal. that’s why they are winning.

Saunders comment identifies the inability of Muslims in a household to unite together toward common family goals, or even to respect the natural hierarchy and alliances of the family.

A husband will naturally give preference to his wife over his parents – else why marry? A son will obey his father. A mother will care for her children and seek their welfare and success. Yet these are not the qualities of a Muslim household. Strife rules all, and obedience is obtained through violence and fear of violence.

Even in an atheist home, the son knows his father wants his success. Muslims lack even that consolation. All is jealousy and competition. Such is the natural course of feminism.

Nobody ever really thinks about what will happen if Eur0pe ends up Isl@mk. The remaining wyte people will then have a vi0lent, w@rlike rel ig10n, one that encourages its devotees to br33d like rodents.

That Austrian fellow urging w0myn to wear headscarves hasn’t thought through the eventual consequences of a bunch of Germ@ns shouting “All@h mit uns!”, has he? Wyte brains and c0mpetence united to a f@st-br33ding, b3llic0se f@ith. Huh.

Issue – Blew up an opportunity with a prospective girlfriend because of lack of sexual reciprocity. I had some previous history with the girl but broke it off the first time because I cheated in the first 3 weeks and panicked because I was younger and stupider.

Anyhow, fast forward a year or so and I run into her on Tinder and we meet up again. We pick up relatively where we left off and get to the fingering arena. Not really a big accomplishment but it’s somewhere.

The problem here is she wouldn’t reciprocate almost anything. I know it’s not the size of the old Johnson, so the only foreseeable explanation is that she is either lazy or prude.

So, in a bit of frustration with the ordeal, I called her on it and she never texted again. Honestly, I can’t decide if this is good or bad that I “screwed it up” on this one. She was obviously woefully inexperienced, even at the basics, but honestly I would rather have that than some sex-in-the-city slut. I also feel a little bad because I can’t accurately tell the genuine good girls from the whore in disguise.

Ruthlessly take what you want from her. Tell her what you want her to do to you. Command her, actually. If she won’t comply, next her. Or at least next her once the newest one comes along. If a girl isn’t greedily and voraciously blowing you, then she’s just not that into you.

Met on Tinder and prude just doesn’t fit. My guess is she was tired from all the other dudes she’d been banging that day. Move on. Not sure Tinder is the place you want to be looking if trying to avoid the sex-in-the-city slut.
Fine for a pump and dump.

Greg Eliot was right for part of it but based on what you said she’s not acting this way out of prudishness or because she’s not a slut.

she let you finger her, was into it, but doesn’t want to reciprocate the attention. that’s not prudishness. that’s her liking things as long as it’s on her terms and showing she only cares about what she gets out of it. selfish and getting off on the power she has over you while you work to please her. not good.

she should want to touch you and please you. should be hard to keep her hands off you. if that’s not the case, you shut it down and walk away. maybe she will gain some attraction if you do that. maybe not. either way, you are walking away with your dignity not begging for a girl to please you.

If McTeague had confined himself to merely speaking, as did Marcus, to pleading with her, to wooing her at a distance, forestalling her wishes, showing her little attentions, sending her boxes of candy, she could have easily withstood him. But he had only to take her in his arms, to crush down her struggle with his enormous strength, to subdue her, conquer her by sheer brute force, and she gave up in an instant.

But why—why had she done so? Why did she feel the desire, the necessity of being conquered by a superior strength? Why did it please her? Why had it suddenly thrilled her from head to foot with a quick, terrifying gust of passion, the like of which she had never known? Never at his best had Marcus made her feel like that, and yet she had always thought she cared for Cousin Mark more than for any one else.

When McTeague had all at once caught her in his huge arms, something had leaped to life in her—something that had hitherto lain dormant, something strong and overpowering. It frightened her now as she thought of it, this second self that had wakened within her, and that shouted and clamored for recognition…

…McTeague had awakened the Woman, and, whether she would or no, she was his now irrevocably; struggle against it as she would, she belonged to him, body and soul, for life or for death. She had not sought it, she had not desired it. The spell was laid upon her. Was it a blessing? Was it a curse? It was all one; she was his, indissolubly, for evil or for good.

And he? The very act of submission that bound the woman to him forever had made her seem less desirable in his eyes. Their undoing had already begun.

At any rate, the characters in McTeague get hitched and live happily ever after for 3 chapters, but the excerpt ended nicely there. (Excellent observation nonetheless, Cappy.) When I first read the novel 10 years ago I thought Norris’ ideas on men and women were quaint and old-fashioned, naïve. Now I realize it was I who was naïve.

“While I was in the boat I captured a very beautiful Carib woman, whom the said Lord Admiral gave to me, and with whom, having taken her into my cabin, she being naked according to their custom, I conceived desire to take pleasure. I wanted to put my desire into execution but she did not want it and treated me with her finger nails in such a manner that I wished I had never begun. But seeing that (to tell you the end of it all), I took a rope and thrashed her well, for which she raised such unheard of screams that you would not have believed your ears. Finally we came to an agreement in such manner that I can tell you that she seemed to have been brought up in a school of harlots.”

“I fear we shall live through great troubles yet … We cannot resist it, but I throw what weight I may have on the side of those who believe in an aristocracy of brains, as against the brute domination of the quarter-educated mob.”

Today’s girlz are reaching levels of narcissism that shouldn’t even be possible.

I remember once I wasn’t getting much with replies from girlz in the various apps. I tried negs, soft negs, dancing clown routines, comedian routines (you wouldn’t believe how many jests fall flat these days with these dumb cuntz), low investment, punctuation-free “heys”. Sarcastic, assholish openers unfortunately were one of the most effective.

But only one routine was guaranteed to get you a response:

“u seem different”

Yes, a direct appeal to their narcissistic id. The hottest 9s would always write back when they’d ignore previous messages along the aforementioned routines. “Oh I’m different. I’m special. I always knew I was. But I love hearing why” must’ve been the (primitive) thought process when they replied. Which usually was:

“How?”

Then I’d say some vague bullshit, such as, “well, youre not like I expected” (for 90% of them) or “it’s eneffable, really” for the 10% with a brain.

That would without fail get the complex, witty, high verbal IQ response of:

“Why”

At that point they would either lose interest, or I’d secure a phone number, depending on the SMV dynamics at play and just how many thirsty betas were inundating her that day.

You need to sharpen your chops in the clubs, then segue onto the streets. Your ultimate goal should be to become competent in approaching ANYONE at ANYTIME who triggers your female-radar interest.

Quick learners can skip the club and go to direct approaches.

I like game as a concept, but I think inner masculine sexuality is more powerful. The belief that you are worthy and desirable, without lifting a finger. My personal take on the aloof & distant stance is it works best on men who are more frigid to begin with. You should always tailor your approach to who you are as a male. Extroverts should go extroverted, introverts should become the most interesting introverts they can, quiet but dominant.

I think you underestimate the massive pressure of dealing newly with women and the approach anxiety that forms, like a cloud, around one’s head.

To cold-approach countless women anywhere is hard for 95% of men. A club provides a venue DESIGNED for hitting-on. If you can’t get a dance with a girl, you can just move on to the next one, knowing she’s there to dance and have fun — and you might be the one she accepts.

But your general thesis (get lots of experience) is more valid. Just don’t pooh-pooh the difficulty of getting there.

Yet things do make them laugh. I remember with Seinfeld, women would invariably say Kramer was *so funny*. My hunch is that they found his physical contortions and sight gags humorous rather, anything beyond that likely flew over their heads. Probably also why the show was more popular with the menfolk.

Yet women HATE the Three Stooges, and men find them hysterical, go figger.

Yes, women and subordinates will laugh at even the most inane jokes and humor, especially in a group setting. That sort of thing used to give me douche chills at business meetings, and many a (((shake o’ de haid))).

Women of the decade preferred Friends, which to me was incredibly dull. My guess is women liked it for the soapy high school social dynamics (hence CW’s popularity, Secret Life, Pretty Little Liars, SATC, reality tv, all that shet). Also, perhaps not coincidental, Michael Richards was the only major player associated with Seinfeld that wasn’t actually Jewish (despite the name). You may be on to something, Les; girls also liked Elaine, but for her goofier antics.

“Friends” was indeed boring as hell. It, like many other sitcoms is based on a type of humour where you have to be dumb to get the joke; otherwise if you’re smart you’ll just find it inane. Joey and Chandler were supposed to be comic relief: their schtick was just lame.

However, as a keed I watched the show with some degree of fascination because 1) we only had a few channels, 2) the (then) hot girls on it, and 3) this “lifestyle” on display: young, “hip” adults with careers living in NEW YORK CITY in loft apartments, partying, living it up, banging, hanging out in coffee houses, was just totally unlike anything I could fathom as it was so far removed from my experience. It must’ve been, in some ways, like Soviets watching episodes of “Dallas”.

Friends of course was kulturmarx brainwashing, and while I survived, many of my contemporaries (and virtually all the girlz) did not. The pump was thereby primed for Sex and the City and more degeneration.

A master’s thesis needs to get written on this subject. Perhaps at Central Europe University? Lollllzzzzlolzddcv

As much as I like Heartiste, my background in computer science tells me he is RESPONSIBLE for mod-eaten comments that’ve been going missing 4 half a year now, because of H-Bomb’s inner emotional turmoil.

[CH: the random modding is a result of filtering for trolls and spammers (like the spammer who posts “FUCK YOU FAG” a million times in one comment, every time he comments) and well as some unstable characters who keep trying to publicize their ex’s names on this board hoping to get them in trouble with the law or just shame them. i have a zero tolerance policy toward doxing of innocents.]

THAT is the core she operates from. That and only that. She and her husband should be in New York making money and complaining about the help. They should never be within 200 miles of real political power.

If Trump is a Greek hero, then his flaw as womanizer sent ripples of tragedy into the future. He broke up his first two m*rrgs during his first four chiIdren’s sensitive years of adolescence. A long, since-reconciled alienation between between him and Don Jr., as well as Ivanka’s denouncing of Christ are the known consequences. Given his age, he is likely to “abandon” Baron in the boy’s adolescence as well.

“That’s your psyche mapping the previously observed correlation between behavior and group identification onto your visual cortex so that you correctly identify a threat to your survival.”

TTE, for me, it was when I first heard Ivanka speak – she whistles her S’s [== “Shshe whishles her Sh’sh”] religiously.

Whistling S’s is a strange DC/NYC/Hollyweird In-Group signalling mechanism – the Dykes all do it [Jodi Foster & Helen Hunt were already doing it about 20 years ago], and in DC, traitors like Cuck Ryno & Juan McAmnesty do it whenever they open their mouths.

Whistling S’s seems to be an “I’m a loyal team player for Cult Moloch; you can trust me” In-Group signal which they send to one another.

why in the name of all that is Holy would you waste any of your God-given time on this planet to read that rag? The only excuse getting anywhere that mouth-of-Satan is gathering of intelligence on the enemy.

Very salient post. Our fathers knew, and discussed openly, that a shrewish woman may need to feel a man’s physical strength against her body, may even crave it, before she’ll submit to his will. They are children in adult bodies and, like children, sometimes need a good spanking when words have no effect.

These truths run completely counter to the past several decades of social programming, pop culture (sad British love loves, romantic movies where the girl chooses the sensitive nice guy over the cad, etc).

In my entire dealings with women, women are largely indifferent to men who show sensitivity (or weakness). Never let a woman you fancy say “Awwww that’s so sweet”. Refuse to take such a compliment at all costs and respond with a neg to diffuse that spiraling down towards the friendzone.

In my pre-redpill days, the girls I was interested in were beautiful and I would be in awe of their presence. I could get them into bed a few times but eventually my beta self would turn them off. And of those girls who I courted that I ultimately wasn’t attracted to,they would cling to me desperately as I went further and further away from them emotionally.

That’s the paradox — to change one’s natural programming to be overly nice to the beautiful woman you are with. Sometimes I can’t help myself because ultimately, beauty is what inspires the feelings of being in love.

So if you want to dump a girl, if you act aloof and indifferent to her, she is just going to want to be around you more. ON the other hand, you can act like a clingy gamma and she will go away naturally without the messy aspects of breaking up.

—“I could see she was a really hard worker,” said Clemson Professor Alan Grubb, who advised Greene on her thesis, which explored “racial motivations for French collaboration during the Second World War.”—

In hindsight, Germany was fighting the good fight against the Poz in WW2. I wonder if there are still WW2 “muh Greatest Generation” types who proclaim “if it weren’t for us, you’d all be forced to speak German!” I mean is that alternate reality any worse than the dystopian morass we live in where legislators are arguing whether sexual deviants should be allowed to use the women’s restrooms and we are being overrun with the dregs of the Third World streaming in endlessly?

—I was weak and didn’t know how to handle anything anymore. I really made a mess of things this time.”—

When I was in elementary school in the 1980s, the teachers (all female) would harp endlessly how badly women had it and how their mothers would vote how their fathers told them to vote. I was the only one who questioned what was being thrust our way in spite of the indoctrination at school and even at home where my parents are true believers of the liberal narrative.

Now I may not have been redpill as far as dating women goes, but politically I could see through the lies and contradictions. So to all of the latecomers who became MGTOW or crimson pilled thanks to the freely available information on the internet today, I’d like to say this:

I TOLD YOU SO.

Even my father who was a leftist union organizer is horrified at the poz that is creeping in today. I yelled and screamed at him at what was to come back in the day, but he was a typical white knight who believed that women needed protection and that minorities should be given a fair shake.

Not that I enjoy seeing society being undermined and destroyed, but at some point if the fighting back is too late, I would not mind seeing all the parasites die off as white males drop out or perform acts of sedition against the liberal order that is in charge of us right now.

My red pill moment was Ruby Rudge, when the internet was pretty raw, usenet and bulletin boards was how people (like me) communicated with the internet, and the world wide web was still an experiment. When was yours?

My conservative instincts were fairly self-evident when I was in my early teens (like the example of my rebelling against feminist propaganda being taught in schools). I can’t say I have a moment where I was awakened–I’d hear of anecdotes of divorced fathers being raped in divorce court and burdened with alimony and child support payments, the obvious unfairness of affirmative action, etc. I might not have been a white nationalist yet (I come from a rural area that is largely white but that votes liberal) but by my early 20s I even began to eschew cuckservatism (before the term was even coined).

I tend to be less cerebral and I am more of a creature of passion who is moved by emotion. I watched Birth of a Nation (the original silent movie) and I was almost moved to tears and saw parallels between the Reconstruction Era South and what was going on in South Africa and Zimbabwe. Raspail’s “Camp of the Saints” is a fantastic and vulgar critique against the suicidal tendencies of altruistic whites. My favorite passage involves that of a white patriot fighting the good fight telling off a Cuckstian Priest who is admonishing him for his racist sins:

***He fired. One of the beast’s hundred heads disappeared, a bloody hole between its eyes. But it grew right back in the shape of a square, black face, with massive jaws and a hate-filled look. The Consul was thrown to the ground in a frenzy of blows. The bishop bent over his scrawny, prostrate form.

“In the name of the Lord, I forgive you,” he said.

“In the name of the Lord, eat shit!” the Consul gasped.***

Being of French descent (and I can speak the language), I can appreciate the (French) author’s use of expletives and very active imagery. Written in 1973, it was way ahead of it’s time. These works, along with others have moved me and helped me discover my white soul.

If there was one event I heard about in my life that put me over the top, I’d say it was the Wichita massacre and the grossly and unfair underreporting of the incident while the mass media bombarded the airwaves with paeans to James Byrd and Mathew Shepard to reinforce white guilt. I was right-leaning back then, but I’d say that it put me in a frame of mind that there was no doubt that the government and media were in control by our enemies. Any white person, upon hearing about this, and who still believes in the narrative is a far gone useful idiot who can’t be saved.

I practically wrote a glorious manifesto and now it’s stuck in moderation hell.

To make it short: I was conservative before but I’d say the Wichita massacre and the dishonest media’s underreporting of it (while pushing the James Byrd and Mathew Shepard murders to push an anti-white agenda) is what put me into a full frame of mind that the government, the media and their enablers are the enemy. And we all know (((who))) controls them.

And PS: we can point out crime statistics or bias in the media. But it is art that really moves people.

Everybody here should read Jean Raspail’s “Camp of the Saints” and then make any of your fence sitting friends read it also. It is beautiful, garish and vulgar literature that will move you and help you discover your white soul.

As Krauser said…society is constructed today in a way to help women weed out the Betas.
In my office a really sweet HB 6.5…hef boyfriend did what he thought he should do and sent her flowers with ‘I Love you’. I sneakily took a peak.
Two weeks earlier I saw her getting turned on by me verbally abusing a coworker.
Later that evening just me and her in the office and on my departure she was asking me ‘dont want you to leave’ bullshit questions.

Even in Christianity, male dominance is key to a more successful marriage as CS.Lewis would put it

” If there must be a head, why the man? Well, firstly, is there any very serious wish that it should be the woman? As I have said, I am not married myself, but as far as I can see, even a woman who wants to be the head of her own house does not usually admire the same state of things when she finds it going on next door. She is much more likely to say ‘Poor Mr X! Why he allows that appalling woman to boss him about the way she does is more than I can imagine.’ I do not think she is even very flattered if anyone mentions the fact of her own ‘headship’. There must be something unnatural about the rule of wives over husbands, because the wives themselves are half ashamed of it and despise the husbands whom they rule.”

Big emphasis on: “There must be something unnatural about the rule of wives over husbands, because the wives themselves are half ashamed of it and despise the husbands whom they rule”